11/19/08

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"carry on" i know she would say
"what else can you do but live"
eke out a life built on
stretch marks and strife
what else can you do but live
it's all in how you look at it
if you have a good eye then
life is but a moment
yeah yeah
then trip the light fantastic
fly me to the moon
while you consistently
croon "carry on" in my back ground
"what else can you do but live"
when I feel the smack of a
big mack daddy attack twisting
in my gut causing it to rut
with worry and pain giving birth
to frustration and again
it's the same ole same
"carry on. what else can you do but live?
is there no other song you know?
do u dance to just one tune?
in carrying on is there
not even one small boon?
and yea i hear her one more again...
"what else can you do but live?
the last second is dead to you
the next second you will never live
because the here and now is all you will ever have
the present is all you are given"
trippin all over the fantastic light
has become dull to me now
stretch marks are now badges of honor
strife is a given and so i keep on livin'
my life like i got it from my mama
"carry on" I know she would say
"what else can you do but live?"
b.
2:00 am
01/25/08

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